Wild Fury_Fury Security

by Lindsay Cross

  “You know what you have to do,” Carter said quietly.

  The knowing glint in his brother’s eyes just made him more anxious.

  Over the years, Cole had learned how to spot a true submissive. He thought he was right about Tomi—she’d admitted she’d dabbled in the scene after their break up—but what if he was wrong? What if the control stuff had freaked her out enough to run from him? Made her lie about finding someone else?

  Cole stopped pacing and met Carter’s stare with all the vulnerability he felt. “What if she’s changed?”

  “She hasn’t. She looks at you—to you—the same way she did back then.”

  “I can’t lose her again,” Cole said.

  “Then don’t. She’s trailed you since she was a pain-in-the-ass first grader, what makes you think she ever stopped wanting you?” Carter straightened.

  Because she left me.

  “Cole?” Tomi’s voice sounded from down the hall, followed by the light creak of the bedroom door opening and her soft footsteps padding closer. A few seconds later, she peered around the corner, his T-shirt covering her from neck to calf.

  Of all the things she could have chosen to cover herself in, she’d gone for his shirt. The unconscious show that she relied on him for protection filled him with hope. “You okay?”

  She nodded, threaded her fingers together, and shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. “Sorry, I didn’t realize we had company.”

  Cole seized the opportunity to get some more alone time with her and kick his brothers out. The last thing he wanted was to continue this hopeless question and answer session. There was no getting around the fact that none of them had answers. “We don’t. They’re leaving.”

  Cole ignored Carter’s knowing stare and glanced at Clint, who was always safer. Clint’s face screwed up into a scowl, but he kept his mouth shut, a wise choice.

  “We’re not through with this conversation, Cole.” Carter stalked to the front door, Clint trailing on his heels. “We need to make plans. We’ll talk again tonight.”

  16

  Tomi stared at the retreating backs of Clint and Carter Fury in silence. Carter gave her a sympathetic glance but Clint’s look scorched her. With their blonde hair and golden eyes, the twins were as light on the outside as Cole was dark. But whereas she sensed the gentled beast inside Cole, the twins felt dark and forbidden.

  And now Cole held her captive with his gaze, a carnal awareness that had her looking at her toes to escape the intensity.

  She’d been embarrassed to stumble out in Cole’s T-shirt, but she’d quickly forgotten her lack of clothing in the presence of such an overwhelming air of raw power.

  She chanced a peek at Cole, but he didn’t look any calmer or tamer. The muscle in his jaw pulsed furiously, and he was staring at the closed front door as if he wanted to put a hole in it. Tentatively, Tomi approached him and laid her palm on the center of his chest. “Everything okay?”

  Cole blinked down at her. “It’s all good.”

  His large hand covered hers, and she immediately felt better. “How long was I asleep?”

  “Long enough to be ready for some lunch,” he said.

  He was trying to be casual for her, but his eyes were still hardened with tension and the veins bulged on his arms. What kind of conversation had she interrupted?

  “What were you talking about?”

  “Nothing.” Cole studied her, his black eyes sweeping her from head to toe. She felt like he was probing her mind.

  “That wasn’t nothing.”

  “I’m not ready to talk about it,” he bit out. Then his hand scraped down his face and he looked away like he was fighting some inner battle. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I’m just…worried.”

  Like she couldn’t tell that. The hurt inside him glinted off his skin in a way even a blind person could see. She was desperate to make him feel better. Tomi trailed a hand down his chest, across his belly, and skimmed lightly over the front of his pants. “I’m hungry.”

  Cole’s chin dropped, and he stared hard at her. “Tomi.”

  She could read his need in the harsh planes of this face. Deciding it was safe to take charge, she threaded her fingers through his and led him back to the bedroom. She pulled him inside and shut the door. Cole stood waiting for her, veins bulging down his forearms, hands at his sides.

  He was suffering; she could feel it. From the tense way he stood, she knew he wasn’t ready to talk about why, but he clearly needed relief. Relief that she would gladly and willingly give. Without waiting for permission, she grabbed the hemline of his T-shirt and ripped it over her head, revealing her naked body for his perusal.

  Cole’s nostrils flared in reaction. Emboldened, Tomi grabbed the button of his trousers and pulled it open. Looking up at him, she slowly lowered his zipper.

  Cole grabbed her hands. “I thought you said you were hungry.”

  She licked her lips, taking her time so that he would follow the tip of her tongue with his eyes. “I am hungry—for you.”

  She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his pants and eased them down his thighs, going to her knees as she pulled them to the floor. He didn’t have on any underwear.

  His cock, large and pulsing, stood proudly before her. She’d felt his immense size when he’d penetrated her, of course, but seeing him up close and personal was a whole different ballgame. In awe, she lifted her hand and circled his length, letting her fingertips lightly skim down his base. Cole closed his eyes and rocked up onto the balls of his feet. Encouraged by his outward show of pleasure, she continued.

  Tomi circled his shaft with her hand and opened her mouth; taking his tip between her lips, she lightly flicked the sensitive nerve endings. Cole’s hands came down to her head and fisted in her hair, holding her in place so that she couldn’t move. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”

  His praise sent a thrill of pleasure straight to her core. Tomi hummed, closing her eyes, letting him feel how much she enjoyed giving him what he needed. When Cole’s fingers loosened slightly, she continued to take him deeper. He needed her now.

  He needed her to make him lose control.

  A strong surge of feminine power overtook her, winding around her body. Cole’s vulnerability gave her the strength she needed to yield to her urges. He hadn’t once tried to take away her will—instead he’d fostered it, encouraged her boldness.

  Tomi swiped her tongue beneath the throbbing tip of his cock, groaning from the sweet, erotic taste of Cole inside her mouth. He stretched her, filled her as he had yesterday. His fingers tightened in her hair as he began to thrust in small, quick movements.

  He tasted good—all male, so sexy—and she continued to suck. She locked her gaze on his; her hands went to his hips, holding on to him for support. And while she’d taken control in the beginning, Cole slowly took it back, thrusting deeper, burying his cock all the way to the back of her throat while he moaned with pleasure. Pleasure she willingly gave him. “Sweet Jesus, Tomi. I’m losing my mind.”

  She wanted to tell him that was her goal, that was why she’d done this in the first place, but she didn’t dare take her mouth away. She wanted him to lose his mind; he needed to be pushed over the edge. Determined, she dipped her head, taking him deeply into her throat before pulling back and swiping her tongue over the sensitive rim of his cock. She repeated the action again and again, and with each thrust, Cole’s fingers tightened incrementally, his groans communicating his growing pleasure.

  Hot electric arcs shot through her body, raced across her flesh, and made a beeline for her core. Cole began to jerk, thrusting harder and deeper than he had before. He was nearing the edge. The edge she intended to push him over.

  Tomi closed her eyes and moved her hands in tandem—wrapping one around the base of his shaft and cupping his balls with the other, sucking him in deep with as much passion as she had to give. Cole buried himself deeply, and then she felt the hot thrust down the back of her throat as he ca
me inside her mouth. The heady sense of feminine power almost pushed her to her own orgasm.

  Closing her eyes, Tomi savored the sweet taste of his manliness, and with a shuddering breath, Cole pulled from her. His arms went beneath hers and lifted her to her feet. “Tomi,” he groaned and pressed his lips to hers. Tomi let herself go in his embrace, and they fell to the bed together, exhausted and fighting to breathe.

  17

  Cole awoke to darkness. The sun had faded over the horizon while he’d slept, leaving only the moon to cast a pale light on the earth outside. Tomi slept soundly, her head nestled on his shoulder, her arm and leg slung over him with abandon. A surge of mindless rapture filled him at the sight of her splayed across his chest.

  Tomi had sensed the pain eating him up and given him the comfort he needed. It was another confirmation that they were a perfect match. That her need to submit still existed.

  No other woman could have read him so easily. And her mouth…dear God, her mouth…

  The pleasure she’d given him had been so acute and overwhelming, he’d fallen asleep without giving her any pleasure of his own.

  What the hell was he going to do about her? Part of him wanted to tell the truth—to hell with Stahl and his threats—if she trusted him, she’d play along. But something held him back. At the very least the truth would piss her off, but at the worst, it would push her away, and that was something he couldn’t abide.

  He needed her. They were two halves that were incomplete unless they were together.

  Oh, sure he’d wanted her all along—a single glimpse of her at that auction had been enough to remind him of that, but now that he’d tasted her again, had her again, he couldn’t let her go.

  Still, there was something standing between them. It wasn’t the auction or Luis—it was something older, something that had been there for a long time.

  Why had she left him before?

  That was the true nightmare that haunted him. He’d left Tomi with a kiss that had scorched his insides, and hers to, or so he had thought. And then the Dear John letter had come in the mail, destroying his dreams. All the plans he’d allowed himself to eagerly build had been obliterated by her words. He’d called her immediately. He’d emailed and messaged, but she’d ghosted him, treated him like he’d never existed, like they’d never been anything to each other. Cole had been left fumbling, unsure of everything that he’d known before. He’d questioned his judgment and his life choices. Hell, he’d even questioned his decision to join the SEALs.

  Without Tomi’s love to soften his rough edges, they’d only grown rougher. Like an unmaintained road in the blistering heat of sunlight, he’d grown so hard his insides had cracked. At some point, he’d stopped hoping those cracks would be filled. But he’d been given another chance in the most unpredictable way possible.

  He couldn’t blame her if she ran the moment she found out the truth. He hadn’t lied about how he felt, but he had lied about the reason he had been at the auction. How could he be foolish enough to hope that she’d forgive him?

  In desperation, Cole rolled to his side, spread her legs and maneuvered between them. Her gloriously naked body lay open before him like a gift, her hard, pink nipples calling his name. He traced the outline of one, marveling at how her body responded to his touch. In a trance, he skimmed his fingertips down her stomach. She moaned in her sleep. Was she dreaming about him?

  He had to make it impossible for her to think of leaving him. It was his only hope. He would make her crave his touch and then he’d convince her to love him again.

  Easing himself down on the bed, he gently parted her folds with his thumbs. The sight of her glistening wet flesh stole his breath. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, her body needed him. Reverently, he lowered his head as he parted her slick folds, lightly traced the tip of his tongue up her nub and took it gently between his teeth. Like an instrument being played, Tomi arched. She shifted and then settled, still asleep. Cole repeated the action, intensifying his efforts, closing his eyes as he savored her exquisite taste. She was everything he remembered and more. A primal instinct drove him, possessing him. Cole relentlessly drew her flesh between his lips as his hand slid to her ass to lift her up for his mouth.

  Suddenly, Tomi’s fingers were on his head, clutching him to her she cried out. Without lifting his mouth from her, he looked up to see her watching him through a heavy-lidded gaze. The air of sensual desire enveloped her. Needing more, he nipped her nub again. Tomi arched and gasped, her heels pressing down on the mattress beneath his shoulders. Good girl. He wanted all her inhibitions to melt away, putting her on the same primal level that he was operating in right now. With a hungry growl, he pulled one hand out from beneath her to tease her opening. Her juices coated his finger, her slick folds crying out for his cock. Cole’s eyes almost rolled back in his head.

  With the strength of will he hadn’t known he possessed, Cole clamped down on the urge to claim her. Instead, he continued to his onslaught with his tongue as he plunged his finger into her again and again, testing her readiness. She squirmed and he added a second finger, loving her soft moans as her hips rocked into him.

  “Cole, take me. Oh my God—don’t stop.” As if he could. The desperation in her voice almost convinced him that she was his. That she wouldn’t leave.

  Cole pulled his fingers from her dripping slit and slid them back to her forbidden entrance. While his tongue continued to lash her nub, he carefully coated her behind with her own juices, and when she was ready, he pushed his finger into that tight entrance.

  Tomi gave a sharp cry, but he pushed on, demanding she give in to his desires. Releasing her nub, he slowly slid his tongue into her pussy, slipping his finger fully inside her rear at the same time. She spasmed around him, her muscles clamping down on his finger with a strength that made his eyes water.

  The primal urge to mark her fully as his own took complete control of his senses. Without any hint of gentleness left, Cole pumped his finger inside her, loosening that tight ring to prepare her for his cock.

  When he couldn’t take another second, he flipped her onto her stomach, grabbed her hips and lifted her rear into the air. She glistened for him, her silky folds begging him to claim her. Tomi’s fists clenched the sheets beside her head. Chest resting on the mattress and back arched, she presented the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Knowing she’d need him to go slow, Cole carefully spread more of her juices up her backside. Then he took his shaft in his hand and carefully lined himself up. Gritting his teeth, he pressed against her rear, fighting the impossible resistance of her untried ass. With an inhuman restraint, Cole carefully rocked his hips forward, inching inside her as sweat dripped down his temples from the effort to maintain control.

  Tomi couldn’t be still. She squirmed. She shifted forward and back. Her nails dug into the sheets. She made soft moaning sounds.

  His restraint at its limits, Cole pushed forward, driving himself deeper until the tip of his cock popped inside her. Her tight grip made him dizzy with pleasure. He growled, “You’re mine, Tomi.”

  A man possessed, he clasped her hips and began to gently fuck her. With each thrust, he sank a little deeper, his toes curling from the crazed fever of lust. She clenched around him, milking his last bit of control, and Cole drove in to the hilt.

  “Cole!” Tomi whimpered and threw back her head.

  Robbed of his strength, he dropped his forehead onto her back and panted to catch his breath. “Fuck, your ass feels so good, Tomi. I’ve dreamed of this for so long, but my dreams never held a candle,” he said in a hoarse voice.

  He kissed her shoulder and pressed his chest into her back. Tomi’s ragged pants filled the bedroom. “Cole, I don’t—I can’t—I need you to touch me.”

  Knowing exactly what she was trying to ask, he wrapped his arm around her hips and delved between her spread thighs, thumbing her sensitive nub. The wet nub hardened and she bucked. “That’s it baby girl, let go. Trust me to take care of y
ou. Let go.”

  She shuddered. Cole held back the urge to plow into her tight entrance, focusing instead on bringing her to the edge of climax. She whimpered, her yearning a dream come true. “That’s it, baby. Ride me.”

  His every instinct demanded he move, but Cole held still, deliberately playing with her nub. He needed her beyond thought. Beyond any kind of logic. He needed her to turn over her control and trust him to give her pleasure.

  Tonight had to be a night Tomi would never be able to forget.

  She couldn’t breathe. Though he’d filled her before, this felt different—a hungry pain like sweet fire licked across her flesh. “Cole, please,” she groaned, not even knowing what she was begging him for.

  “Shhh, it’s okay baby girl. Trust me, I’ve got you.” His fingers circled her nub with a maddening pressure, her arousal reaching a fevered pitch that scared her. Tomi instinctively rocked her hips, that one fiery inch of movement making her gasp out loud.

  “Oh, Christ, baby, don’t move.”

  Tomi gritted her teeth, her nails digging into her palms. “I can’t help it.”

  Cole firmly gripped her hip, stopping her movement. “Do you trust me, Tomi?”

  She silently nodded. “Please, Cole.”

  Tomi closed her eyes and surrendered, allowing Cole to take the reins. He let out an almost feral growl, his finger increasing its sensual pressure as he rapidly circled her nub and then dipped down to sweep inside her pussy. Then he inserted another finger, filling her with his fingers and his hard length at the same time. She was beyond screaming. She was beyond doing anything but existing. Cole tenderly eased out of her rear, his thick cock scraping raw nerve endings that sent an intense mix of pleasure and pain spiraling through her. She had no hope of resisting the storm—all she could do was hold on for dear life and pray she survived the ride.